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Chaz looked at the shingami that was coming towards him, worried and scared that he would end up dead the fat fullbringer screamed out at Ranth. “Leave me alone you fucker.” He didn't want to die, it wasn't his fault that the people he played with would die because they weren't strong or smart enough to figure out what to do when face to face with his fullbring. There was one thing that he could do to save himself, but if it back fired it would be the end of him, but at this point it was a last shot gamble. “FUCK OFF NORMIE” suddenly Ranth would be surrounded by light and then darkness.
It seemed that it worked for the moment, but now the shingami was trapped inside of his fullbring, more accurately trapped inside of a game of DnD. Chaz laughed as it was over for the moment. For now he could control the world that the shingami was in, but even he had to follow some of the rules. As for Ranth, he would find that he would awaken in the middle of a shed that seemed stuck in the past, there lacked any form of modern electronics or anything of that nature. Looking outside he would see that there was a sheep farm, or what he would assume are sheep given that they had rather large horns and seemed to be fluffier than normal.
A voice would echo in his head that being, the very same voice of the fullbringer he was tracking down to kill. “Well looks like you're awake ya normie. Well just so you know you're in my world now and if you want to get out you have to finish my personal quest..... Hmmmmmm for you, ya you have to get to Adamantite ranking before you can escape. I'll be checking in on you from time to time and maybe messing with you. Good luck you scrub.” From here Ranth would see that the people in the town would be able to see and speak to him clearly as well as being unable to contact the Gotti 13.
Ranth tried to skid to a halt as the full-bringer he'd been sent to capture and interrogate suddenly stopped and turned on him. He didn't know the exact details of the man's powers, but he knew enough to know that they were formidable- enough to make up for the fat man's lack of physical strength, speed and general fitness. Unfortunately, it was far too late for him to avoid the man's power as white light burst from the man and engulfed Ranth- turning his whole world into nothing but impenetrable whiteness with the only sound Ranth could hear being the full-bringers final words echoing in his ears "Fuck of normie...".
Ranth awoke with a jolt in an unfamiliar bed what could have been moments, hours or even days later- his internal body clock was giving him no clues whatsoever- and upon looking around at the cramped, sparsely furnished room he found no sign of the man who he remembered pursuing right up until he'd walked right into some kind of trap. Cursing himself quietly for his stupidity, Ranth got up and checked himself for any injuries or signs of theft, but found that he was both uninjured and possessed everything that he should have been.
Feeling confused and wary, the Shinigami moved to the lone window in the room and peered out cautiously for any signs of danger, but instead found himself looking out at green pastures and rolling hills dotted with strange looking creatures that, if he remembered correctly, were known as sheep by the humans. Did that mean that he was still in the human world then? There was certainly no signs of the city that he'd last been in and the fact that the sun now shone brightly overhead seemed to indicate that at least 12 hours had passed since he'd been knocked out.
It was at that moment that the familiar echo of the full-bringers voice intruded upon his thoughts and through his explanation, Ranth's heart sank as many of the puzzle pieces that had been troubling him fell into place... and he almost wished they hadn't. He'd been trapped in the Full-bringers power- which was bad. However, it seemed that didn't exactly give the Full-bringer the ability to immediately kill Ranth either- which was good. In a bizarre twist, it seemed that Ranth was trapped inside some kind of game and if he could follow the rules, then he'd find an opportunity to escape.
Experimentally, Ranth tried to call upon a hell butterfly, but none came. So instead, he did the only thing he could do, he ventured outside after changing his ordinary Shinigami attire for a set of what seemed to be more appropriate attire for the world he was now in- long pants brown, a button up blue shirt and sturdy brown boots. They fit him suspiciously well, but as he slung his Zanpakuto onto his back, he felt as ready as he'd ever be to go outside and see what this world had in store for him.
For now, reconnaissance seemed to be the best way to start and what better way to do that than to simply wander the town with his ears and eyes open. If he could observe the customs, disposition and general mood of this town, then perhaps he'd be better positioned to engage with some of the townsfolk and ask them questions. He didn't know if they were under the control of the full-bringer or if they possessed their own minds and until he knew- or gleaned enough information to make a 'best guess'- he needed to be especially wary of them.
So he stepped out the front door, finding himself near the edge of the town with a cobblestone path leading towards the makeshift fence that guarded the perimeter and deeper into the town itself, where he could already see a handful of townsfolk going about their day to day business. Drawing in a deep breath to steel himself for whatever was to come, Ranth turned and marched determinedly towards the center of town.
Most of the folk seemed to ignore Ranth as he walked around the town looking for the center. Alot of them seemed to be too busy with their own jobs and tasks at hand. A few of the men would offer soft glances towards Ranth as he made his way, but not looking at him but rather the blade that he carried on his back. They knew all too well what a blade like that meant they were looking at another adventurer one that was simply walking through their little town and heading towards the larger city of Rivalt. This tiny sleepy town known simply as sheeps hollow was a farming town and the last stop before half a days walk to Rivalt.
As Ranth continued to walk he would see countless faces going among their every day lives yet none of them even bothered to say anything to Ranth. Some were having conversations of their own before heading off to work while others were talking on their way out to the fields. Ranth would hear nothing of value from these conversations sadly as they were simply small talk about what they had to eat for dinner that night or how a stream nearby was actually great for fishing. A few women were gossiping about their husbands and bragging about their kids.
It would take five minutes before Ranth would end up in the middle of the town and from his position he could see the other edge of town and nothing else of value to note. There seemed to be nothing in this town say for the few homes that the folks lived in and a barn or two. An older man would start to walk towards Ranth as he ended up in the center of the town. The man was clearly in his late seventies and well past his prime. His clothing a bit dirty from all the dirt around, yet it seemed to be well taken care of and of higher quality than what he was wearing. “You there young adventurer, first time in Sheeps hollow are you? Yes I can tell, well if you want to get to Rivalt before sundown you might want to head out now, if not you'll end up wandering at night and the wolfs might get you.”
The man helpfully pointed out towards the other edge of town and towards the larger city, while it couldn't be seen right now after a few hours of walking Ranth would see the outline in the distance. Before he could go however the man spoke once more. “Before you head off, you wouldn't be interested in helping me and the other men out would you? You see one of our strongest was hurt yesterday when a sheep rammed into him from behind, he'll be out for a few days or so, but with winter coming in a few weeks we need all the help trimming the wool and milking the sheep we can get. We can't pay you much, but you will be able to stay in a warm bed for a few nights and when the traders come we can make them give you a ride to Rivalt.”
The older man looked at Ranth wanting to know what he would do, if Ranth agreed to help he would be stuck in this town for a few days maybe even a week or so, but he would at least learn a bit and get some coin. If he didn't well he better start walking because by the time he would arrive at Rivalt the sun would start to set.”I don't blame you if you don't want to, most of this work isn't fitting an adventurer and to be honest a lot of them call it demanding .”
Ranth paused in his exploration of the town as an elderly man approached him in a kindly manner and hailed him. Of course, Ranth was wary of anyone and everyone in this world at this stage, but he also knew that he couldn't afford to burn any bridges at such an early juncture based purely on suspicion. The full-bringer had said after all that there were rules to this place that even he had to follow. Besides, from the harmless chatter that he overheard from various townsfolk he'd passed, he was sceptical that any man- regardless of his power- create so many people with so many different trivialities and also control them all at the same time. So for now, he'd treat the people he met as though they were indeed real people.
"Thank you for letting me know sir", Ranth responded politely as he listened to the man explain the town's position in regards to what seemed to be the nearest major city in the area. Of course, Ranth immediately knew that he'd have to go there in order to find out more about the world as well as the 'quest' the fullbringer had said he'd have to clear in order to escape this place. However, was it wise to rush straight there when he knew so little? He lacked both money and supplies and surely both would be required if this world operated like the human world, upon which it seemed to be based on.
So when the old man spoke of having a position for him to work in exchange for lodging, food and perhaps some small amount of the local currency, it seemed like the perfect way to kill several birds with one stone. "I'd be glad to help, but I'm afraid there's one more thing I'd like to ask for in exchange. Could you tell me more about Adventurers and the duties they normally perform? I'm afraid I'm... new to it and I'd appreciate any advice you could provide me moving forward".
Ranth had taken notice of the fact that Ranth's presence in a place like this- even with a sword on plain display- barely caused any stir at all. He'd also noted that the old man had seemed to recognise and address him as an 'Adventurer'. This seemed like an important part of this world's society and so if he was to be- or masquerade as- something then it seemed only logical to find out as much about it as he possibly could.
The old man smiled kindly at Ranth and his eyes lit up with glee over the young man agreeing to help out in the village. “Yes yes I'd be more than happy to teach you, I use to be one myself you know, but for now we need to get you to the fields. The sheep are already grazing and we need someone to watch over them.” The old man pointed out to one of the fields where some of the sheep were already eating and basking in the sun. “ Hop on over the fence and I'll let Adam know that you'll be watching over the sheep, they don't do much, just sleep and eat in the sun. Around noon we will start to shave them, all you need to do is keep an eye on them and watch out for wolfs.”
From where Ranth was he could see the that there was a hill with a simple tree overlooking the sheep with a old worn out bench on it that had been there far longer than any of the sheep. As he approached it he would see different names and initials carved into the bench. Some of them newer and easier to read while others had faded with time and age. The sun was up high, yet the shade from the tree would keep the sun from directly baking Ranth. Every so often a few sheep would ram into one another playfully letting out a loud cracking sound as they did so.
The hours would continue to go on and eventually Ranth would see the old man come walking up the hill with his cane holding what looked like a canteen. The old man would simply smile and place it near the bench before making his way back down the hill. Eventually noon came around and some of the other villagers would come and gather some of the sheep taking them off to the barn. Looking out at the sheep for the most part they would all be gathered around in the same area nearby say for two of them, that seemed to be moving far away and towards the edge of Ranth's vision. There would be no one else nearby to alert them to what the sheep were doing.
Ranth nodded as the 'deal' as it were was made and he followed the old man away from the centre of town and towards the enormous rolling pasture in which he'd seen the bizarre looking sheep shortly after he'd first arrived. His job as the old man described it was simply to keep watch over the sheep rather than to partake in any of the physical labour that the other men would surely be engaged in during the shearing process.
After being left under the shade of a tree on a hill overlooking the bulk of the flock, Ranth spent the first hour or two standing and systematically roving the pastures with his eyes for any signs of wolves. As time passed without incident and the sun climbed higher in the sky, Ranth began to realise that perhaps he was taking his job just a little too seriously and he settled into a seated position and continued to keep watch.
With so much idle time, of course Ranth got to thinking about his current circumstances. Had anyone noticed he was gone yet? Did time pass in this world at the same rate as in the real world? If not, did it pass slower or faster and by how much? The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he was better off not thinking about it in the first place and by the time the old man returned to give him some water, Ranth had resolved to put all of his problems aside for the time being to focus on only what was immediately facing him.
It was around this time that he noticed a pair from the flock had begun to separate from the flock and although that didn't seem too big a deal at first, the longer he watched the more he realised that although they weren't moving quickly, they didn't seem to be worried about straying too far from their brothers and sisters and he couldn't see any definitive boundaries in the direction they were travelling. As far as he could tell, they could simply wander away in that direction indefinitely and nothing would stop them.
Considering the best course of action for a moment longer, Ranth finally got to his feet and stretched his legs before deciding it was better to be safe than sorry as he began to jog down the hill at an angle that would allow him to intercept the errant sheep from such an angle that if they became startled then they'd be more inclined to turn back towards the flock than be chased further away. It took him almost ten minutes at the leisurely pace he was taking, but eventually he did manage to intercept the pair and as he stood before them with perhaps twenty meters separating them, Ranth raised his hands over his head and jumped up and down on the spot in an effort to herd them back the way they'd come.
Ranth had made the right decision in going to look after the sheep that seemed to wander off. As he would get closer to the sheep he would see that they didn't look right, first off the heads of the sheep was drooping down and low to the ground. They would be moving backwards with their back legs lifted upwards. Clearly there was something more going on with these two sheep other than them simply wandering off to the edge of the fenced off field. As he made his way in front of the sheep he would instantly see what was going on and more than that somehow he had failed in his simple task to watch over the sheep.
Under the sheep he would see small humanoid like creatures with dark green skin and yellowish teeth jutting out of it's mouth. Both of their eyes are darkened and black hidden behind a rather large nose. Each creature would be no larger than three feet tall and both of them wore a tattered brown loin cloth around their waist. At a glance Ranth could see that they lacked a lot of muscle and their stomachs were bloated while the rest of their body seemed to lack any sort of fat on them as well as a distinct lack of hair at any part of their body.
Both of them let out a wild screech towards Ranth as they dropped the sheep they were carrying and started to charge at Ranth. One of the took out what seemed to be a sharpened stone in the shape of a dagger, while the other took out an actual knife. While they were small, it was safe to say that these little creatures were actually very fast and in a mere second they were able to cover the distance between Ranth and them. The one with the carved stone knife would atempt to stab at Ranth in his stomach while the one with the real knife came at Ranth wanting to stab Ranth right in his left leg.
Ranth's eyed widened in surprise as he realised that there was far more going on than he'd first thought with these two errant sheep, then narrowed as he studied the bizarre little creatures that had been in the process of stealing these two sheep. Ranth wasn't sure if the Sheep were dear or simply unconscious, but he would have to deal with the pint size creatures as they drew what he supposed passed for weapons and charged at him with feral snarls.
Not taking any chances in this strange new world, Ranth had already drawn his weapon the moment he'd noticed something was amiss with the sheep and it was just as well that he did, because the little bastards were exceptionally quick on their feet. Unfortunately for them, Ranth was simply better equipped and so as the creature with the makeshift knife committed to its attack, Ranth would seem to simply vanish. One moment his leg was in the path of its blade and the next, their little daggers plunged through empty air.
For Ranth had used shunpo in order to almost instantaneously move behind the two creatures and in one fell swoop he slashed the creature holding the actual dagger across the back of its neck in an effort to decapitate it quickly and cleanly. Continuing his momentum as the second creature turned with as much surprise as it could muster, Ranth used his much longer weapon to stab at the creature with the sharpened rock in order to kill it whilst keeping it far enough away that it's little weapon was rendered practically useless.
When both creatures were down, Ranth carefully approached their corpses both to confirm that they were indeed dead and to get a better look at them. Taking the dagger that one of the creatures had been using, Ranth tucked it into his belt once he was absolutely sure that they weren't going to be getting back up, Ranth turned to the sheep and examined them to see if they were dead or merely unconscious. He'd feel terrible if they'd been killed on his watch, but then again nobody had ever warned him about... whatever those things were.
The poor goblins hadn't ever seen anyone move in the way that Ranth had moved. It took them by surprise and they were dead, Ranth had killed them, but then suddenly he would hear the shrill of the fullbringer cry out to Ranth and say”NO, YOU CAN'T DO THAT THEY GOT THE SURPISRE ROUND ON YOU, YOU CAN'T ATTACK THEM DAMN NORMIE!!!!” Suddenly Ranth would see the world around him shift and bend and the goblins that he had killed suddenly started to move back up and the blood that had spilled out returned into their body. Their decapitated heads with blackened dead eyes slowly rolled back onto their body and reattached themselves.
As that happened Ranth saw his body being pulled back to where he was before and even his motions going backwards and stuck in place unable to move or get away from whatever was happening. “NOW, getting back to where we were before the goblins got a surprise attack on you and you're going to take it, maybe you'll get lucky and dodge them or they'll miss.” Sadly Ranth wasn't alone here, the Fullbringer that he had been chasing had been watching him and Ranth had made a mistake, not knowing that in this world there were rules that both the DM and the player had to follow. If the rules were broken the fullbringer could intervene and declare punishment, sadly the Fullbringer accidentally wasted this opportunity on resetting the fight.
If Ranth knew even a little bit about D&D he could have seen that the Goblins got in a surprise round which allowed them to get a free attack, yet maybe this would give him a valuable lesson, because even he could abuse this rule. While the goblins seemed fine and didn't even know what happened Ranth would feel tired as if he had just shumpoed. At the very least this did allow Ranth to know that the Fullbringer was watching and waiting to see what mistakes would be made and punish or change things at will. Ranth was a simple player in this fullbringer's world, it was a player against the DM and a particularly angry and foul DM.
Luckily for Ranth it seemed that even tho the goblins did get a reset in attacking they simply tripped and fell on rocks that were in front of them. The one with the real knife ended up with the blade in it's throat as it fell down. The other one was down on the ground and on it's back. It looked up at Ranth and started to back away slowly “no, please, no, only hungry, no.” It cried out and pleased for Ranth not to kill it.
Ranth flinched in surprise as the full-bringers shrill cry of indignation pierced his mind. It was unsettling that the man seemed so close to him at all times and yet at the same time, be so far out of Ranth's reach. If Ranth had been more prideful, then it would certainly have been sore at how soundly he'd been ensnared in the man's power. Instead, all he could do was make the best of the situation at hand. A situation which... seemed to be unfolding in reverse before his very eyes.
In a blur that Ranth couldn't quite remember the moment after it had happened, Ranth found himself standing before the two little creatures with his hand on his sword hilt once again. It seemed, according to the Fullbringers disgruntled explanation, that in this world if someone got the jump on you, then you were forced to react to that attack by either dodging or blocking before you could go on the offensive.
The very notion of such a limitation boggled the young Shinigami's mind at just how vague such a rule was. When exactly could he switch from offense to defense? Could he defend in a way that caused injury? How was it decided if someone had been caught by surprise or not? These were all things that Ranth realised he would have to find some way of testing before he found himself ensnared by more bizarre rules that could put his life in danger.
For the time being however, he was quietly pleased to see that the second coming of the horrid little creatures that seemed to intent upon stabbing him- despite the fact that he was clearly better equipped for combat than they were- end almost as soon as it began without any intervention on his part. This time though, as he prepared to kill the second of the two creatures, the little thing spoke in a shrill voice that was clearly ill-suited to human tongue.
Ranth's blade stopped in place an inch away from the little things throat and it stared back at him with eyes wide with fear and tiny body frozen. Suddenly, Ranth was faced with a choice and he suppressed a sigh as he found himself once again utterly ill-equipped to make an informed decision. On the one hand, these things had obviously been stealing from the town. They were also clearly dangerous and more than willing to resort to violence at a moments notice. Furthermore, he somehow doubted that these things were looked upon kindly by the local people.
However, an argument could be made that perhaps the creatures only resorted to such means as a result of persecution or, just as the thing claimed, because it- or more likely, it's entire... Clan? Species? Tribe? Were starving. As Ranth saw it, he had two choices. He could kill the thing and forget all about it, or he could let it run free and hope that it didn't come back to cause more trouble for the town. Or... Ranth pondered the idea that had sprouted in the back of his mind for a moment before nodding to himself. It couldn't hurt to try, could it?
"I'm going to ask you some questions. If you refuse to answer or if you try to fight or run then I'll kill you", he explained in a cold, uncompromising tone. Ranth was not fond of violence, but somehow in this world it came easier to him, the ability to kill when threatened at least. Perhaps it was some part of this world and its rules, but despite being aware of the change, he also found that the awareness of the fact did little to change how he viewed the creature that had conceivably been trying to kill him. "First, what are you and where did you come from? Second, why did you try to attack me? Third, do you steal from this town often? Fourth, if you're hungry then why don't you go hunt wild animals instead of the ones owned by the town?"
Of course, Ranth had no idea how much of what he'd asked the creature was likely to understand. In truth, he'd been surprised to find that it could speak at all, but he'd have to put aside his curiosity about how such a creature- or species rather- had come to learn the language in the first place. All he could do was ask and see what came of it. After all, it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be other than here in this field for a few more hours.
The goblin continued to tremble in fear as Ranth asked it questions, questions about what it was, why it was stealing, why did it attack and where it came from. All logical and simple questions to ask someone when they were caught stealing, but this was a goblin, all it was thinking about was a way to survive and get out of here. “Goblin, am goblin, wanted food, easy food here. So hungry, wanted to eat, thought you would kill, so attack first. Come from nest, far away, not eat in days.” It continued to slowly try and creep backwards away from Ranth, it's hand coming across a rock as it spoke.
However the most important question that Ranth didn't ask was, were they alone and sadly for Ranth they weren't. As the last words came out of the goblin's mouth a little smile formed on it's toothy face as the screeching of another goblin came out towards him. It would be too late to react sadly due to the rules of the GM and the goblin would successfully stab Ranth in the back of his calf. While not a deadly hit it would sure be annoying to deal with.
Using the distraction his brethren gave him the goblin would stand up and throw the rock it found while crawling at Ranth's face, before running off past the fenced off area of the pasture and into the woods behind. That particular goblin didn't stick around to fight with Ranth anymore, however the other goblin that had stabbed Ranth did stick around wanting to see if it could kill Ranth and claim the sheep for it's self. “DIE HUMAN DIE.” It screamed out as it charged Ranth once more.
"SON OF A BITCH", Ranth snarled as a stabbing pain erupted in in the back of his leg. Thankfully, the third goblin that had escaped his notice had been equipped with something that made a sharpened rock look menacing, but its attack still managed to break the skin and deliver something slightly worse than a scrape. As the goblin that he'd spared fled, Ranth rounded on the goblin that had remained with murder in his eyes.
This time, there would be no discussion or negotiation as Ranth brought his blade to bear. With adrenaline coursing through his veins both from the anger at being hit and the frustration of his mercy being taken advantage of, Ranth didn't even feel the pain in his leg as he stepped forwards raised his blade... only to deliver a savage kick to the thing once he saw that its eyes were on his sword.
With it's tiny form lifted into the air by the force of his kick, Ranth didn't hesitate as he slashed at the airborne goblin which was now helpless to defend itself. In a heartbeat, he'd cut it in half and its dark blood spilled across the grass. Glancing around, Ranth could see the third goblin fleeing across the plains and for a moment he debated whether he should go after it. From everything he now knew of Goblins, he knew he couldn't trust or reason with them and his biggest concern wasn't so much that the Goblin would escape, but rather that it was going to hang around and try again to steal the sheep.
Vanishing as he activated shunpo for a second time, Ranth closed the distance between himself and the fleeing goblin in the time it took to blink and as he alighted before the Goblin, his eyes glinted menacingly as the shocked little creature did a doubel take, looking back at the pasture where it was sure that the human with the sword had been only a moment ago. "Surprise asshole", Ranth growled before using the same rule that had caused him so much grief already that day to cut the goblin down where it stood.
With the Goblin thread ended for now, Ranth made his way back to the field where the unconscious sheep were staring to come to and he led the docile creatures back to the rest of the herd before going to find the old man to inform him about the goblins and seek proper medical attention for his wound- he didn't want it to get infected after all.
Both goblins fell quickly to Ranth's actions, the first never even knew what hit him and the former felt utter fear as he was sliced into two by Rath's blade. With all the action done the DM chimed in once more”well looks like the normie didn't die right off the bat, well great guess I gotta reward you and shit for killing these things, damn stupid fucker..... well you get fifteen quest points for each of those and one hundred copper pieces each.” With that said a necklace formed around Ranth's neck with a crystal as the centerpiece in the center of it a number read forty five as well suddenly a pouch of coins appeared on Ranth's belt filled with three hundred copper pieces.
With that Ranth would be able to return the sheep to the heard and as he found the old man and spoke to him about the goblins the old man would smile at him. “Ahh yes goblins, those little things not very smart or strong they won't be an issue at all, but thank you none the less for taking care of them. Given it's noon you can take your lunch up over in the mess hall with the other morning workers and after that watch the heard till sundown. Not much else we can ask you do to sadly, can't trust you with sheering the sheep. They get a bit rough now and again.” The old man looked at the wound that Ranth had and gave a little chuckle ."Just rub some dirt on it and you'll be fine."
With that the old man would walk away and head back into one of the town buildings, the mess hall that he spoke of was an older building with a few workers coming in and out of it at the moment. Inside was a large assortment of tables and chairs with a few women cooking food at a kitchen in the back and carrying out trays of food for the workers and villagers to eat from. There was nothing really fancy to eat, most of it looked like a corn meal mesh and potatoes, there was some soup made with carrots, but no meat anywhere in the food.
Ranth might have been astonished by the manifestation of the necklace and the pouch of coins that now hung around his belt as well as the necklace that hung around his neck. It was, if nothing else, a comfort to hear the begrudging tone in the fullbringer's voice as he acknowledged that Ranth had done well so far- better than he'd expected at least. This served as further reinforcement of the fact that there were indeed rules that had to be followed- no matter what your place in this world was.
Daring to feel optimistic for the first time since he'd arrived in this place, Ranth spoke briefly with the old man- nodding politely as the man instructed him to rub dirt on the scratch on the back of his leg- before making his way to the mess hall. Before he arrived though, he swung past the building he'd first arrived in and tore strips from his original clothing. Tucking these makeshift bandages into his pocket, Ranth then returned to town whereupon he introduced himself as the old man's assistant and was given a fairly generous serving of stew along with a pitcher of ale and some bread.
As he sat down, Ranth asked one of the waitresses if they had anything he could use to clean his wound so he could safely bandage it and the young women smiled and scampered off to see if she could find anything he could use for such a purpose. In the meantime, Ranth sat back in his chair and began to eat- only now realising how hungry he'd been and how long it'd been since his last meal. When the woman returned, she brought with her a small vial of clear liquid which she identified as rubbing oil and Ranth thanked the blushing woman- or girl was perhaps more accurate as she could surely have been no older than 19.
Pocketing the vial and treating the girl to a smile that made her blush even more, Ranth slipped her a small handful of coppers as way of thanking her before he finished his meal and went outside where he proceeded to apply the alcohol to the wound and then wrapped it tightly with his makeshift bandage. By his best guess, roughly half an hour had passed by now and that seemed a long enough break to Ranth, so he returned to the field- eyes keen for signs of any trouble... specifically in the form of wicked little midgets with makeshift knives.